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636 · Sep 2010
My everything.
Erika Miller Sep 2010
I was your ****,
Your angel,
Your novelty gift,
Your diamond,
Your everything.
It wasn’t enough
You needed more.

I gave you my heart, gave you my all
It still wasn’t enough
It was never enough.
You still took my heart
Kept it near you, loving that you had it.
It still wasn’t enough.
You still needed more.

I gave you my trust,
Let my walls crumble,
You saw the real me,
Saw the scared little girl.
I loved you.
You took everything I had;
Left me bleeding.

You got bored, I guess
Bored of me,
You ripped my heart in two,
Threw half back in my face
And stood on the other half.
You burnt it,
    You battered it,
       You broke it.

I was left with nothing,
Less than I thought.
You’d taken everything;
My hope,
                My heart,
My dreams,
                My dignity,
My everything.

You can keep it all.
My claim to fame?
Is that maybe for a while,
A day,
          An hour,
                        A minute at least,
You cared about me too.
(:
552 · Jun 2011
Lost in my ED.
Erika Miller Jun 2011
I am always counting,
You’ll never make me stop,
Counting every single crumb,
And every single drop.

I will lose every pound,
It’s all going to fall,
I will only be happy,
When I have lost it all.

I am going to be skinny,
I’m determined to win,
Because I know full well,
Not eating’s not a sin.

But no-one seems to notice,
I don’t think that they care,
That I am only drinking water,
And only eating air.

So still I’ll continue!
I’ll ignore my stomach’s groans,
I’ll ignore all the pain,
Until you can see my bones.
518 · Jan 2011
Love
Erika Miller Jan 2011
Love isn’t pretty,
Love isn’t cute,
Love isn’t nice,
At all.

Love isn’t you,
Love isn’t me,
Love is us together,
At last.

Love is fear,
Love is pain,
Love is working through it,
At least.

Love is confusion,
Love is misunderstanding,
Love is misery,
At heart.

Love isn’t great,
                     So why is it…
That I can’t
                    Stop feeling it?

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